Slow Torture

"You…" Nangongxuan was left speechless by the interrogation. Indeed, he could have sent someone to look for them when he received the news. However, he was worried about revealing his secret dealings with Tark Khan, so he only dared to send someone out after Tark Khan had left the outskirts of the capital.

Facing Nangonglie's intimidating gaze, Nangongxuan felt guilty. He feared that if Nangonglie continued to investigate, the secret meeting between him and Tark Khan would be discovered.

"I have other matters to deal with, so I won't accompany you. When you have evidence, you can come and ask me for the person," Nangonglie said as he brushed off his sleeve and left the tent with a stern demeanor.

Nangongxuan quickly understood the meaning behind Nangonglie's words. Lin Huijin was indeed in his camp, but he would never easily hand her over. He thought back to when Lin Huijin was drugged, fearing that something might have happened between them.

Nangongxuan clenched his fist, causing a creaking sound from his bones rubbing together. In the quiet tent, the sound was eerie. "Nangonglie, since you still have feelings for Lin Huijin, don't blame me for using her to make sure you never recover," he thought.

After drinking the medicine prescribed by the military doctor, Lin Huijin fell into a deep sleep. A continuous murmur of voices from outside pierced her ears.

"Bu Li, I've been serving the prince for over ten years, but now I find it increasingly hard to understand his intentions. Why does he keep the young lady by his side? Does he still harbor feelings for the things she did to him three years ago? Remember, it was her words that led him to join the army, nearly costing him his life!" said the steward Xiao outside the tent, sounding distressed.

"Steward Xiao, don't worry. Didn't the prince say it himself? The young lady belongs to him. It's not wrong for him to keep her by his side. As for what he will do to her, we don't know," Bu Li said in a soft and comforting voice.

Hearing this, Steward Xiao suddenly understood. "Bu Li, you have been by the prince's side for a long time, you understand him better than I do. The prince's efforts to keep the young lady here must mean he wants to slowly torment her!"

Bu Li chuckled and opened the tent flap, and the figures of an old man and a young boy entered.

Upon seeing Lin Huijin's face, Steward Xiao trembled with anger, wishing he could slash her face. He remembered how kind the prince was to her in the past, but she never reciprocated, even scheming against him. She deceived him into joining the army in Liaocheng for her clandestine relationship with the fifth prince. As soon as she received news of the prince's critical condition, she immediately sought the imperial edict and married into the Prince of Jin's mansion.

Seeing Steward Xiao's emotional reaction, Bu Li quickly calmed him down, "Steward Xiao, let's move the things that the prince needs."

After moving things out, Bu Li glanced at the still sleeping Lin Huijin before exiting the tent.

It wasn't until much later that Lin Huijin slowly opened her eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest. If she had loved someone for five years, poured her heart out to him, but he not only despised her, often insulted and yelled at her, but also secretly interacted with other girls, would she forgive him easily? Of course not.

She held her chest, not out of fear, but because of a dream she had while sleeping. She dreamt about all the things Nangonglie did for her. He often said: "Huijin is younger than me, so I have to give in to her." No matter what she did to him, yelled at him, hit him, used him as a punching bag, he always used this as an excuse to unconditionally tolerate her.

She deeply sighed. If she didn't escape from Nangonglie's hands soon, she genuinely believed he would torture her to death.

As the moon hung in the night sky and the warm breeze rustled the lush grass, the aroma of soil and flowers filled the air. It was the scent of spring.

On her third night in the camp, she was eating while enjoying the beautiful moonlight. She had essentially given up on escaping from the camp. As for Nangonglie, she hadn't seen him since that day.

While she was lost in her thoughts, she heard someone shouting near the lake, "Someone has fallen into the water."